“Catching the Turkey” Grandma Moses 1940 More in the “Catching the Turkey” series here. Though I know little about Grandma Moses, primitivism, or art, I am a fan of Anna Mary Robertson, and enjoy looking at her work. “A Blizzard” 1956
I thought it might be a hoot to spend some time reading about the years leading up to the first Thanksgiving from the perspective of folks on the other side of the pond, so I pulled a few crappy old English history books off the shelves.From pages 137-8 of A Manual of English History by Edward
There is not a scintilla of evidence supporting [Miss M’s] “so-called” correct pronunciation of “wool.” –A. Leland Whatever. She didn’t even have a scintilla of remorse for scarfing down the last scraps of the leftover ribs. –Miss M Oh. I get it. Miss M read her sentence and I was like, “What? Missy didn’t get
You may recall, I have a book about Thanksgiving: Thanksgiving: Its Origin, Celebration and Significance as Related in Prose and Verse. Robert Haven Schauffler, ed. Dodd, Mead and Company, New York. 1953. [published originally in 1907] Yesterday afternoon, after I propped open the front door to let some warm fresh air in, I finally got
From an article at PJMedia about yesterday’s retail sales: Some municipalities may ban Thanksgiving shopping next year. But that will only disadvantage businesses in their area. The only problem is that now, we have to come up with a clever name for the shopping day before Black Friday. How about Thanksgiving?
I didn’t even look at that crappy old Thanksgiving today. And I took very few pictures. Around 11:30 Miss M called our attention to the tree with the buzzards. There were a lot of them. You may recall Nick got a deer last evening.Meanwhile, there’s some cooking and baking going on. The two pies were
Thanksgiving: Its Origin, Celebration and Significance as Related in Prose and Verse. Robert Haven Schauffler, ed. Dodd, Mead and Company, New York. 1953. I’m on page 23– after a lengthy 12 1/2 page Introduction– and I’m disappointed. But I’ll keep reading and see what I can find to share. Stay tuned. Meanwhile, I’ve been thinking
I will make it a point to talk about guns. What with neither Mr. Big Food nor Miss M having to go to Starkvegas today, and our having finished up all of our shopping for tomorrow’s feast, our Thanksgiving weekend has begun. So let me take a few minutes to get some things on &
“Marica?” “Yes, Missy?” “Are you busy?” “Why, no. Not really. I’m just diddling around the World Wide Web. What’s up?” “I’m sensing a bit of excitement in the air. It portends of the unusual. Pray, is something different about to happen here at the Farm.” “Ruff?” “How perceptive of you, Missy!” “Ruff ruff! Ruff?” “You,
It’s funny the connections we humans make when we live a Big Life filled with family & friends & books & The World-Wide-Web, isn’t it? I noted a few things that happened this week in history and here’s what Daughter C had to say in the comments: This is what I’ve been trying to think
Sauce for pre-assembled vegan green bean casserole and a couple of pies were planned for Wednesday. There were seven of us. Before Daughter C and Co. came out Wednesday afternoon, Mr. Big Food and Miss M. did some prep cooking. After they arrived, we put away the fruits of their labors– Ula’s homemade breads, Bruno’s
I’ve learned to put the cranberries between dressings so as to avoid pink mashed potatoes. It will take about 30 minutes for everything to heat up. Meanwhile, on a nearby burner the turkey carcass is simmering away. It will simmer for about eight hours, be refrigerated over night and then be skimmed and then there
when you start calling the day after Thanksgiving “Black Friday?” via Drudge which (who?) I know deals in hyperbole, but still. By the way, the man who was punched in the face by a rabid line-cutting shopper had a Texas concealed carry permit and will not be charged.
As you know, the Pilgrims arrived in December 1620, and I doubt they really looked like this. (Courier and Ives) To say the least, they struggled. In all seriousness, it is fascinating to read Bradford’s account of their fist few years. As it turns out, there were deceitful men on both sides of the Atlantic
… Harvest time had come now, and then instead of famine, God gave them plenty, and the face of things was changed, to the rejoicing of the hearts of many for which they blessed God. And the effect of their particular planting was well seen, for all had, one way or another, pretty well to
A couple of years ago, I read somewhere that the history of the First Thanksgiving was not at all what the story of the First Thanksgiving is. The argument for this claim came from someone’s reading of William Bradford’s history of Plymouth. Naturally, I wanted to read passages from his crappy old book myself, so
J.C. Penney, Lines of a Layman, 1956 To be clear, much as I like Mr. Penney, and much as I admire the company he founded, I am no fan of JCPenney these days. JCPenney, circa 2011, is the antithesis of That first little store I called “The Golden Rule.”* I’ve claimed that Mr. Penney would
As you know, we are having a Fall/Winter Soup Contest. We are making up the rules as we go along. Gumbo is soup. It is Fall. Dis-qualified I mulled over this all afternoon, and right before we were ready to serve the gumbo, I asked Mr. Big Food what his thoughts were on allowing the
America Has Been Good To Me J.C. Penney, Lines of a Layman, 1956 Today I remember that the years have rewarded me for every talent I possess, and for every effort I’ve ever made– amply rewarded me not only with the world’s material goods, but richly rewarded me in many, many fine friendships– rewarded me
The turkey, gravy, dressing “like my mother made,” and unseen mashed potatoes Cranberries, green bean casserole, and PIE. The winner is Pumpkin Custard Pie. To be fair, the vote was 2-1. Our dinner guest, The Bart Man, cast his vote for Perfect Pumpkin Pie because it was a perfect pumpkin pie. And that is was.